Saturday, November 4, 2017
Lord, I think back to my days in high school. By that time, my mom's health had started to decline and she was no longer working. Being the sweet momma she was, she would still get up in the morning and fix me breakfast; sometimes packing it for me to eat on the way to school. The first few times I got on the bus with my bag full of breakfast sandwich and snack cake, some of my buddies ragged on me me about it. They gave me the "Awww look at momma's baby; ain't that tweet...". I chuckled, gave them the "Yeah, what-eva man", and then sat down and proceeded to eat my food.
Well it didn't take long for their laughs to be silenced by the aroma of momma's cooking. Next thing I knew, they were over my shoulder with the "Hey man, break me off a piece of that..". Long story short, these guys were my best friends, so I shared....but I really didn't want to.
Of course You know Father, that's a true story; and of course you know that an even truer story is that it's still sometimes hard for me to share. Sure I share everything I have with my wife and daughters; I share some of what I have with my extended family; I give to my church on a weekly basis; and I give to others from time to time. But I have no choice with You but to admit that outside of the people closest to me, sharing never becomes a natural reaction. But I want it to be.
I think of the story of Your Son feeding the multitude. In Matthew 14:19 You wrote, "Then he told the people to sit down on the grass. Jesus took the five loaves and two fish, looked up toward heaven, and blessed them. Then, breaking the loaves into pieces, he gave the bread to the disciples, who distributed it to the people." Just before that verse, we learn that those fish and that bread came from a boy who happened to be there with the people gathered.
Now some people say that it was his lunch, but I actually think that he was bringing home grocery for his household. Either way, we see nothing written that he refused or even so much as hesitated in handing over his food to Jesus. He shared. Not with his family, not with his friends, but with strangers. And because he was willing to share, Jesus took it and multiplied it into a mighty blessing, for others and for the boy. That's why I want you to help me to do better about sharing.
Father, everything I have belongs to You anyway. Help me to view my life not as a bank to hold Your blessings, but a vessel to share Your blessings. I know that if I share it, You will multiply it. Then people will be satisfied, and You will be glorified.
You are my greatest blessing. I love You. In Jesus name. Amen.